"It is best to not talk about it here," Lord Alder said as he moved behind me without making a sound.
For me who was simply nothing more than her highness's head maid, his movements felt fast and sudden, so sudden that I wasn't able to catch him in my eyes at all. Before I knew it, he was standing behind, his arms on each side of me, blocking my escape. His right hand gently pushed the nape of my neck downward against the balcony while his left slid down my side, stopped at the side of my hip.
Then his left hand disappeared so suddenly, my body ached for him to put it back where it was. But I could not say it, even as he bent me over the railing, I could not admit to my most sinful desires. How could I, when chocolates didn't exist in this world?
Ah, Lord Alder, what is that hard thing pressing against my Vespacianus?